Lesbian Quotes

Cut the ending. Revise the script. The man of her dreams is a girl.

You had to be willing to fight in order for a love story to last a life time.

I seem to have run in a great circle, and met myself again on the starting line.

The single best thing about coming out of the closet is that nobody can insult you by telling you what you've just told them.

When did the skin on our bodies, the difference in our voice, or the direction our heart takes us decide whether or not we should have human rights?

The only queer people are those who don't love anybody.

No one has imagined us. We want to live like trees,
sycamores blazing through the sulfuric air,
dappled with scars, still exuberantly budding,
our animal passion rooted in the city.

Sure, I could tell you I am no longer a lesbian or that I am no longer attracted to women and am straight, or I could even tell you the moon is made of cheese. I could tell you many things, but the moon will still not be made of cheese, and I will still not be attracted to men.

Together, in that room, our childhood notions of love melted away. We discovered love was not a fairytale. Sometimes there were no happy endings, and when there were, you needed to work like hell to keep the happiness alive.

Love is a wild fire that cannot be contained by any mere element known to man.

For the first time in my life, I said the words, “I need a drink.

It is no wonder lesbians love women.

The ability to engage the reader, to stir feelings deep within their being, is the ultimate goal of erotic fiction. When the reader takes the place of the characters in my story, I have succeeded

Too much beauty can be hard to bear.

I think God is a callous bitch not making me a lesbian. I'm deeply disappointed by my sexual interest in men.

The world is full of unrequited love,' I said finally.
'You and Patrick having problems?' Dad said, reaching around to get the butter out of the fridge.
'No, I was just wondering what you would say if I was a lesbian.'
'Come again?' said Lester. 'I'm having a hard time following this conversation.

Eros, again now, the loosener of limbs troubles me,

Bittersweet, sly, uncontrollable creature….

If my God damns people for love but saves them for brutle warfare, then that is not the God I know or wish to worship.

Christ, they’d be getting a cat next. He mentally recoiled from the idea: the day they did that, he’d cut off his dick and call himself a lesbian.

There comes a time in a girl’s life where she finds her heart broken, what matters is not the boy who broke it but the boy who stitches it back together